Not a Mob: Psycho

Surprised by Ohta's sudden appearance, everyone but Kisuke tensed before promptly relaxing when they realized who had appeared.
"I see you picked up a new trick," said Yoruichi, removing Ohta's bayonet-like Zanpakuto from her cloak and handing it to him hilt-first.
"Aizen prepared a countermeasure against my psychic powers, but things didn't play out in its favor," replied Ohta.
"So it would appear," mused Yoruichi, returning her attention to the battle between Aizen and Yamamoto as she added, "You arrived at a good time. If you can, retrieve the bodies of Captains Hitsugaya, Komamura, and the others..."
Raising his brows, Ohta asked, "Did they die...?" in mild disbelief. He and Toshiro weren't on the best of terms and had never spoken to Komamura outside their exchanges as adversaries, but he didn't expect them to keel over this early.
Shaking her head, Yoruichi replied, "No. Former Lieutenant Sarugaki was cut in half by Gin, and Hitsugaya had his right arm cut off, but Aizen has yet to kill anyone directly. He apparently wants everyone to survive and 'witness' the world he will create..."
Though he was tempted to question why she and Soifon hadn't moved everyone to safety, Ohta furrowed his brows, asking, "Speaking of that snake bastard...where is he?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Yoruichi replied, "Probably lurking in a shadow, waiting to see how things play out. Trying to intervene when those two mon-"
Before Yoruichi could finish speaking, massive pillars of flame began to appear throughout Karakura Town, prompting her to shout, "Worry about Gin later! Rescue the others...!"
Clicking his tongue, Ohta vanished using his newly acquired teleportation ability. He had left a psychic imprint in Toshiro long ago, so he found the white-haired 'youth' bleeding out in a small crater, staring up at the scene of Aizen and Yamamoto with a look of regret on his face.
Poking a pressure point in Toshiro's shoulder, temporarily stemming the blood flow, Ohta mused, "Don't go kicking the bucket on me, chibi. Your Lieutenant would become a pain in the ass if you did."
"Yamada Ohta..." groaned Toshiro. He then tried to say something else, but Ohta teleported him and his Zanpakuto to Yoruichi's location before moving on to his next target, Komamura. Unlike Toshiro, he was knocked out, so Ohta teleported him to safety before using Shunpo to dart around the wreckage of Karakura in search of others. Fortunately, Yamamoto and Aizen were having some kind of moral debate, so Ohta had a precious few seconds to-
Interrupting Ohta's recovery mission, Ichigo, standing outside the pillars of flame, shouted, "Old man, behind you...!"
As Ichigo shouted, a tall, eerie-looking figure with massive shoulders and thighs appeared behind Yamamoto, slapping the surprised Captain away with one of its inordinately long, skinny, and powerful arms. Alongside the figure's Hollow hole, located in the center of its chest, it had four vent-like ports along its pectorals and pelvis. Its blond hair and buck teeth denoted it as Wonderweiss, but in place of his pink eyes and freckles, he now had a tall, inverted test-tube-like mask with three small horns and dark voids where his eyes used to be.
Though he couldn't hear what Aizen said due to the sound produced by the flame pillars, Ohta had a decent idea of what it was since said pillars abruptly vanished, accompanied by Wonderweiss exhaling a high-pitched laugh.
Just as Ohta was considering launching a surprise attack on Aizen or Wonderweiss, the former looked down at him, smiling as he said, "I see you were able to defeat Blutgeist, even with the injuries inflicted on you by Gin. Marvelous."
Before Ohta could retort, Yamamoto reappeared instantly, smashing his right fist into Wonderweiss's abdomen and causing it to fracture like glass before he was sent crashing through several buildings.
"Yamada Ohta...!" shouted Yamamoto. "Remove yourself from this battle at once! I will not permit you to besmirch the honor of the Thirteen Court Guardian Squads...!"
Interjecting in place of Ohta, Wonderweiss emerged from the ruins of the buildings he had been smashed through, his wound bubbling and healing nigh-instantaneously as he launched himself at Yamamoto, pounding the latter's guard with swift and powerful punches. This allowed Ohta to cast one final glance at Aizen, narrowing his eyes as he asserted, "You're going to die..."
Adopting a faint smile, Aizen replied, "Not so long as you continue holding back..."
Seemingly coming up with an idea, Aizen's brown eyes glistened as he mused, "Oh, I know. Once I've finished dealing with the Gotei, how about the two of us relocate to the barrens surrounding the Soul Society for one final climactic battle before I complete the Oken and rise to challenge the Royal Guard? Then, once you comprehend the futility of opposing me, you can join me in the Heavens as one of my Generals. It would be a shame to kill such a promising young man..."
Before Ohta could respond, Yamamoto's aged voice echoed across the battlefield as he slammed both of his fists into Wonderweiss's abdomen, stating, "Sōkotsu...!" in a merciless tone. The power within the blow was enough to flatten a mountain, but instead of producing a shockwave, the energy was disseminated through Wonderweiss's Reishi-comprised cells, disintegrating more than 80% of his body.
Though he was taken aback by Yamamoto's demonstration of power, Ohta was more surprised when Aizen casually remarked, "I suggest you retreat to a safe distance..." in a voice only he could hear.
Clenching his teeth, Ohta had to muster every ounce of his willpower not to hurl himself at Aizen right then and there. His instincts were yelling at him to get as far away as he could, so he teleported to the nearest source of Reiatsu, finding the flamboyant Rose, afro-haired Love, and cosplaying Lisa collapsed near one another, teleporting the entire group to safety as the region behind him erupted like a rising sun, swallowing up several city blocks of the fake Karakura Town before gradually retracting in on itself...
Reappearing near Unohana, Isane, and a massive, incredibly rotund man with buzzed pink hair, a mustache, and a black skull motif atop his head, Ohta observed the retracting Sun with a serious look on his face. It didn't get the chance to expand as much as Nnoitra's self-destruction, but Ohta could sense that the energy within the blast was much, much stronger.
"I see you managed to defeat that strange, spherical Hollow," remarked Unohana. "Also, thank you for bringing these three to us. We'll take it from here."
Turning his attention to Unohana, Ohta sarcastically remarked, "Lucky for us, Aizen doesn't seem interested in killing us..."
"So it would appear..." replied Unohana, her voice calm despite adopting a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"You look disappointed?" noted Ohta, adding inflection to the end of his statement to turn it into a question.
Adopting a markedly more sincere and amused smile, Unohana replied, "You'll understand in the future. For now, you should get ready to move. I don't believe the Captain-Commander will be defeated by his own flames. If he's injured, it's likely to draw Aizen into a trap. Once it's triggered, you and Kurosaki Ichigo should be prepared to follow up."
As if punctuating Unohana's statement, a pillar of crimson flame erupted in the distance, taking on the form of a blade more than three kilometers and consuming several city blocks in pure destruction.
"That would be the Captain-Commnader's trap..." remarked Unohana, narrowing her eyes as she looked up at Ohta and added, "I pray for your fortune in battle, Yamada Ohta. If you survive this, let's spar sometime..."
Feeling goosebumps spread across his body, Ohta replied, "Hard pass..." before teleporting away. As he did so, Unohana closed her eyes, exhaling a faint sight before opening them to reveal a cold, ruthless glimmer as she muttered, "Shigekuni, you old fool..."
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Finding Ichigo in the midst of performing a sneak attack with his Hollow mask equipped, Ohta clapped his hands together, intending to leap into the fray when Soifon appeared next to him, saying, "Ohta-dono. Yoruichi-sama has asked me to escort you to the Soul Society..."
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Though his left eye twitched, Ohta Shunpo'd away, prompting Soifon to do the same. Once they were at a 'safe' distance, he stared down at the petite woman and asked, "What's this about...?" with an unamused look on his face.
"We overheard your exchange with Aizen," revealed Soifon. "If he is truly willing to fight you in the barrens of Soul Society, it would be best to face him there. Yoruichi-sama and the rest will delay him so we can muster the remaining Captains and prepare countermeasures..."
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Resisting the urge to tell Soifon to fuck off, Ohta observed the situation for several seconds before responding with a curt, "Fine...but, before that, I need to pay someone a visit. You should move as far away from here as you can in the meantime. I'll teleport to you once I'm done."
"As you will," responded Soifon, bowing her head and cupping her hands together before disappearing with Shunpo. In the wake of her departure, Ohta teleported to a nearly undetectable Reiryoku near the edge of the massive crater caused by the enormous flaming sword. There, he found a grievously injured Yamamoto, still conscious but covered in severe burns and missing his left arm.
"Yamada Ohta..." groaned Yamamoto in a husky, aged voice. He could barely move in his present state, but if looks could kill, Ohta imagined he would have vaporized on the spot.
Catching Ohta a little off guard, Yamamoto asked, "Have you come here seeking to benefit from this situation...?"
Adopting a serious expression, Ohta revealed, "I promised the surviving Espada that Soul Society would not seek vengeance against them. If we make it through this, I'll have you uphold that promise alongside my other rewards..."
Having recognized Ohta's cloak at a glance, Yamamoto eventually closed his eyes and responded, "The first and ultimate law of the Soul Society is to maintain the balance between the three worlds. So long as they are not observed devouring the living, the Gotei will not seek revenge against the Espada or meddle in the affairs of Las Noches..."
"I'll have you put it in writing once we reach the Soul Society..." said Ohta, teleporting himself and Yamamoto to the location of Unohana to pick up Toshiro and a snaggletoothed 'little girl' with blonde hair and pigtails. The latter, Sarugaki Hiyori, had been cut in half by Gin, so while her body had been stitched together, her chances of surviving were low. Orihime would be able to heal everyone so long as she had enough Reiryoku, so after a brief exchange with Unohana, Ohta teleported everyone to the location of Soifon before they made their way to the Soul Society in preparation for Round Two...
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"You idiot...!" shouted Rukia, leaping and landing heels-first against Ohta's face. His barrier protected him, however, so he didn't move so much as he snatched her out of the air, holding her writhing body as he said, "You can lecture me all you want after the battle has ended. I'll listen to you for the rest of my life if needed..."
Giving up her resistance, Rukia exhaled a loud, exasperated sigh before adopting a serious, slightly pouty expression as she asserted, "I'm going to get stronger..."
"I have no doubts about that.." replied Ohta, kissing Rukia's head before setting her down. They had quite a large audience, including her brother, so he didn't want to embarrass her too much.
Turning his attention to Orihime, Ohta adopted a faint smile and said, "I'll be relying on you once again..."
Returning a far more radiant smile, Orihime pumped her fists and replied, "Just leave it to me, Ohta-kun~!"
Nodding in approval, Ohta surprised the bubbly ginger with a chaste kiss, greatly boosting her motivation. Then, while Soifon apprised the others of the situation, he watched as Orihime stabilized Hiyori and restored the left arms of Yamamoto, Toshiro, and, for good measure, Zaraki. This earned him a glomping hug and a wet kiss on the cheek from Yachiru, but as she looked like a literal child, Ohta just took it in stride, wiping away her drool with a neutral look on his face...
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(A/N: This is why you target the White Mage first...)

"Please, be advised! We're detecting that a Senkaimon has just been opened!" cried a member of the 12th Division. "The energy signature matches that of former-Captain Ichimaru's Zanpakuto!"
"Then it is time," said Yamamoto, looking at Ohta with his distinctive red eyes and adding, "You have earned the right to face Aizen on your terms. However, should you fail, we will have no choice but to destroy Karakura Town to buy some time..."
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta replied, "I don't care what you do after I die. Before that, don't intervene..."
Rising to his feet, Ohta half-turned to stare back at Rukia and Orihime. Rangiku was also present as part of the Soul Society Protection Squad. However, as their relationship was ultimately casual, she stood off to the side with the healed but still fatigued Toshiro.
Speaking before Ohta could, Rukia adopted a smile and said, "Give him hell."
"And make sure to return," appended Orihime, adopting a smile of her own as she added, "We'll be waiting."
Nodding solemnly, Ohta didn't bother to respond before teleporting away, reappearing high above Karakura Town. Several seconds later, the entire town and 'most' of its residents became veiled in bluish-white light before vanishing, swapping places with the ruins in the Human World.
"This is it..." muttered Ohta, his words directed at Anpu.
("Just this once, you will have access to all of our power,") replied Anpu. ("However, should you triumph, I expect you to take a more active role in the world you will have saved. You need not become a tyrant, but I will not tolerate you bowing your head to a system of authority that needed your power to endure...")
"Sure," replied Ohta. "Just don't blame me for not being 'protective' when you spend most of your day lazing about and sleeping. I have no desire to rule. I only want to live as I please..."
("That's all I've ever wanted for you...") replied Anpu. At the same time, a tremendous amount of power began to surge through Ohta's body as the tattoo-like markings around his wrist expanded rapidly, crawling up his arms and forming an Ankh-shaped scale on his back. More notably, the cloak around his body vanished, the pendant around his neck becoming a blue and gold Usekh as a Nemes-style headdress materialized around his head, framing his pointed ears. Golden bracers covered his forearms and forelegs, and, last but not least, a shendyt-style cloth formed from golden scales and blue cloth materialized around his waist, the completed outfit making him look like a furry-eared Pharoah.
("This the penultimate stage of our union, Sabaki(Judgment),") revealed Anpu. ("However, as you are not ready for this kind of power, it will cause permanant damage to your Soul if you maintain it for an extended period. That woman, Inoue Orihime, may be able to heal you, but you should not become dependent on her power unless you intend to claim her...")
"I'll keep that in mind..." muttered Ohta, casually extending his left hand, producing a black trail in its wake. As abnormal as it sounded, he felt as though all his mental, spiritual, and physical energies had disappeared or, more accurately, fused into something else entirely...
("You stand upon the precipice of Divinity, but you are unable to cross over due to a lack of faith,") explained Anpu. ("If you wish to make this power your own, gather followers and appoint Apostles. Only then can you transcend limitations to become a God...")
"Sounds like a pain in the ass..." replied Ohta, clenching his hand into a fist and causing visible cracks in the surrounding space. He genuinely had no desire to stand over others, but he would be damned if he allowed others to stand over him...
Just as Ohta was thinking about testing his new power on the remnants of the fake Karakura Town, an ungodly Reiatsu appeared several kilometers from his position.
Staring wide-eyed in the direction of the Reiatsu, Ohta muttered, "Is that Aizen? How the fuck did he get so powerful...?"
("It doesn't matter,") replied Anpu. ("This could be his Bankai or a power he awakened with the help of the Hogyoku. Either way, it doesn't change what we have to do...")
Recovering from his momentary stupor, Ohta muttered, "You're right..." as his expression changed from shock to resolution. Then, as Aizen's power was like a massive beacon within an otherwise empty void, he teleported over to the man, finding that his hair had grown longer and that the sclera of his eyes had turned purple, emphasizing his pale, lavender irises. More pressingly, the Hogyoku was embedded in his sternum...
Though Gin was also present, Ohta's gaze was firmly fixed on Aizen as the latter adopted a smile and mused, "Yamada Ohta...judging by your appearance, I assume you've had sufficient time to prepare? If not, I can return after I've defeated the remainder of the Gotei 13."
"Everything about you pisses me off..." replied Ohta, closing his eyes and appearing to drop his guard before abruptly activating Kūsho, expanding its influence to encompass nearly a hundred meters in an instant. Gin was forced to Shunpo away, but Aizen stood his ground, maintaining a relaxed smile as he held up his right hand, fused with the blade of his Zanpakuto.
"Outstanding," mused Aizen. "Unfortunately, I have already seen through and learned the true nature of this ability. Instead of destroying Reishi like Barragan's Respira, you deconstruct and displace it elsewhere..."
Waving his sword through the purple-black medium, Aizen created a trail of distorted space as he added, "In many ways, your power is comparable to that of the Kōtotsu, the Sweeper of the Dangai. Once mastered, you could manipulate more than space and gravity. Even time itself would not be beyond you..."
Pointing the tip of his Zanpakuto at Ohta, now glaring at him with crimson eyes, Aizen concluded, "It's a shame you lack ambition and were not born sooner. You very well could have been my foil..."
"Eat shit..." growled Ohta, surprising both himself and Aizen as a large volume of brown 'biomass' erupted from the latter's mouth, destroying his smug demeanor and forcing him to cough violently.
After a very brief moment of stupefaction, a toothy grin developed across Ohta's face as he pointed his right index finger toward Aizen and shouted, "Die...!" with a fervent gleam in his crimson eyes.
In response to Ohta's 'decree,' two inordinately tall and shadowy figures materialized, one behind him and the other behind Aizen. The one behind him resembled Anpu but had a more humanoid appearance and wore a lavish three-piece suit. The second ultimately took the form of a green-skinned man with a pharaoh's beard, his ensemble consisting of golden bands, mummy wrappings around his legs, a distinctive Atef crown, and a golden crook and flail.
Speaking in an incredibly deep voice that resonated with the surrounding space, Anpu stated, "The Judgment of Anubis has been invoked. It is time to balance the scales..."
As Anpu's voice reverberated within their bones, a golden scale appeared between Ohta and Aizen. At this point, the latter expelled all the shit from his mouth, allowing him to growl, "I see...within this space, you aren't just able to break down and displace matter and energy; you can materialize it and create 'rules' that influence everything within..."
"Thanks for the explanation," retorted Ohta, uncertain if Aizen had hit the nail on the head or was talking out of his ass. He knew his psychic power responded to his will and depended heavily on his mental image, but this was much higher than simply willing a pencil to move or raising a massive laboratory out of the ground to crush it...
Before Ohta could ask Anpu for an explanation, the golden scale between him and Aizen plunged heavily on the latter's side. As it did so, Aizen felt tremendous pressure descend upon him, forcing him, wide-eyed, to take a knee. At the same time, Anpu declared, "In Death, all things are equal. Before the Final Judgment can commence, both sides must yield their power until the scales are balanced. When the Trial ends, the winner will take everything presented by the loser.."
Hearing Anpu's explanation, Aizen abruptly burst out laughing while Ohta stared up at him in disbelief. If he knew he had this kind of power...
("You don't,") asserted Anpu, adding, ("Not yet, at least. We are burning our souls to utilize this technique, so if you fail, we won't simply lose our power; we'll be erased from existence. No more reincarnations. No more second chances...")
("Now you're speaking my language...") internalized Ohta, a vicious, toothy grin developing across his face as he outwardly stated, "I yield everything but my capacity as a human..."
As a feeling akin to having his blood drained permeated Ohta's body, the pressure on Aizen abruptly skyrocketed, crushing him into the seemingly indestructible ground. The Hogyoku tried to compensate by increasing his power, but as this only increased pressure, it eventually began to do the opposite, draining Aizen's tremendous Reiatsu at a remarkable rate.
Realizing what was happening, Aizen groaned, "This is impossible..." as his eyes widened. He believed that he had subjugated the Hogyoku and gained insight into the 'will' slumbering within. However, at its core, the Hogyoku was a construct that responded to the will of 'everyone' around it. With Ohta willing to stake his existence, the Hogyoku couldn't help but recognize his 'conviction.'
Over a several-minute period, the brackish-purple 'domain' enveloping Ohta and Aizen had expanded to several kilometers to offset the latter's Reiatsu. Once it had stabilized, Aizen's hair returned to its original length, and the purple coloration of his sclera had completely vanished. Far more importantly, the Hogyoku had temporarily gone inert, becoming little more than an opal-hued sphere in his chest as he was momentarily rendered as powerless as an average human.
Rising to his feet, Aizen, bereft of his Zanpakuto, glared at Ohta as if the latter were his most despised enemy, growling, "How dare you...our battle could have shaken the very foundations of the Soul Society. I was on the cusp of transcending the limits of Shinigami and Hollows. If I had known you were going to do something-"
Interrupting Aizen's speech, Ohta abruptly lunged forward and attempted to tackle the glowering man. 'Unfortunately,' while Aizen had temporarily been reduced to the capabilities of a human, he was a master of Hakuda, the hand-to-hand combat arts of a Shinigami.
In response to Ohta's lunge, Aizen stepped back and pressed his hand to the back of the former's head, attempting to force him face-first into the ground. Fortunately, while he was a master of Hakuda, making him more than a match for any orthodox martial artist, he, like many other 'masters,' had never encountered a modern fighting style like MMA. Thus, while he succeeded in pushing Ohta down, the latter didn't crash face-first into the ground. Instead, he maintained the low angle, practically crawling on all fours as he persistently swept at Aizen's legs.
"Cease this pointlessness...!" shouted Aizen, backstepping to avoid Ohta's attempts at a takedown. For added measure, he kicked Ohta in the side of his face, but his actions only seemed to entertain the 'feral' youth, causing him to laugh out loud and exclaim, "Keep running, bitch...!"
"Kuh..."
Stepping back in timing with one of Ohta's lunges, Aizen intended to stomp the former's head, but that was a big mistake. He wasn't used to fighting at a human's standards, so while his reactions and control were exceptional, his mind was processing information too fast for his body to respond seamlessly. The moment he raised his foot, Ohta managed to move forward and rise between the gap between his legs. Aizen saw it coming a mile away, but he couldn't just 'negate' the momentum of his attack or Shunpo away like he would usually.
Knocking Aizen onto his back, Ohta's adrenaline surged even as the man rolled with the momentum of his takedown in an attempt to dislodge him or reverse their positions. He ended up being the one on the ground, but as he held firm to Aizen's leg, they ended up in a fairly awkward position where his head was tucked into Aizen's chest, compelling the previously proud and arrogant man to elbow the top of his head, shouting, "Unhand me, you mongrel...!"
"Not before I squeeze the life out of you...!" bellowed Ohta, punctuating his statement by grabbing Aizen's junk with his left hand and twisting it without mercy or hesitation. It wasn't a very 'sporting' technique, but in a fight to the death, manners and fairness meant jack shit. Besides, hearing Aizen squeal like a pig before frenziedly elbowing the top of his head was music to Ohta's ears...
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(A/N: O_O...)

As Ohta was preparing to descend to Karakura Town, a flash of light came from his left, illuminating his cloud cover and compelling him to Shunpo to safety as an invisible force ripped through his previous location.
("There's no point in running...") said an eerie, child-like voice in Ohta's mind, followed by the clouds dispersing to reveal the white sphere that had plagiarized his gravity-based beams.
("You've lost your weapon, and I can track your aura across dimensions,") attested the voice. At the same time, three red slits opened on its surface like eyes but with no visible irises or pupils.
Seeing Ohta materialize a dark sphere in his right hand, the spherical monstrosity stated, ("I am Blutgeist. I was vested life by Lord Aizen to destroy or consume you. Your gravitational and psychic powers do not affect me.")
"We'll see about that," said Ohta, crushing the sphere and absorbing its energy into his body, causing the increasingly vibrant tri-colored aura around him to become amethyst purple as he charged toward Blutgeist at extreme speeds.
Demonstrating that its words weren't complete bluster, Blutgeist didn't try to evade Ohta's attack. Instead, as the latter's fist approached, a primarily purple aura veiled its 3m wide body, shielding it in much the same way as Ohta's psychic barriers.
("I'm thankful to you, you know,") said Blutgeist, adding, ("Were it not for you, I would never have been granted this power. Now, while Lord Aizen rules over the Heavens from the seat of the Soul King, I shall dominate the Soul Society, Hueco Mundo, and the Human World. And it's all thanks to you.")
Punctuating its statement, Blutgeist released a powerful pule of psychic energy that dispersed the part of the cloak covering his right forearm and the bandages underneath. It also pushed him back, but thanks to his own psychic barrier, he sustained no real damage.
Eliciting a telepathic hum from Blutgeist, Ohta abruptly started snickering, his mouth stretching far wider than a normal human's as his voice echoed through the surroundings, empowered psychic energy. His matted bangs veiled the upper half of his face in shadows, but his crimson eyes showed clearly as he said, "This is hilarious. A fucking ball thinks he can defeat me at my own game? Or was your plan to have me die of laughter?"
Without waiting for Blutgeist's response, the fingerless gloves covering Ohta's hands evaporated. The abilities of his Bankai were linked to his khopesh-like spear, but he didn't lose his Shikai's ability to regulate and balance the energies within his body. Thus, even though he had dropped his spear when Gin sneak attacked him, he wasn't without his Zanpakuto. Rather, as Zanpakuto Spirits were linked to their users, they could never be separated by something as paltry as distance...
As the glovers representing Ohta's Zanpakuto disappeared, the psychic energy swirling around his body exploded outward, causing Blutgeist's 'eyes' to widen as the barrier around it rippled and began to fracture like glass.
Grinning from ear to ear, now with normal human teeth, Ohta stated, "You made a mistake by facing me this far above the ground. Now, I don't have to hold 'anything' back."
Spreading his arms wide, Ohta's smile appeared to grow with his psychic power, his voice echoing like the call of a reaper as he declared, "In other words, you dun goofed."
Before Blutgeist could respond, hundreds of concave spatial distortions appeared in the surroundings, functioning like lenses that redirected the sun's heat, light, and radiation at its body from every direction. A typical psychic barrier didn't block out light as it would leave the user completely blind, so Blutgeist telepathically screamed as the intense light flash-fried its slit-like eyes. Its nearly pure-white body helped it refract much of the heat and radiation, but all Ohta needed was an instant to shrink the space around it in preparation for a psychic crush.
"Let's see how strong your barrier is," said Ohta, slowly closing his hand. To his curiosity, Blutgeist responded by vibrating rapidly, producing the same 'resonance' it had generated when it first appeared and protected Wonderweiss.
Though blood streaked from its slit-like eyes, Blutgeist venomously asserted, ("I told you before...your psychic powers are useless against me...")
Orienting itself so that its presumed underside was showing, Blutgeist's body 'blossomed' into seven distinct pieces, its interior colored a fleshy crimson. Far more disgustingly, a bloody eye was suspended by nerves at its center, its iris completely black and bearing a Hollow hole in place of a pupil.
Just as Ohta was wondering what it was doing, a powerful gravitational force emanated from Blutgeist's interior as a black, red-tinged mass of energy gathered in front of its Hollow hole.
("Gran Ray Cero...") hissed Blutgeist, infusing its blood into its attack to make it nearly ten times more powerful. Unfortunately for it, Ohat didn't even try to dodge. Instead, the corners of his smile curled upward as the powerful energy beam curved around him, redirected due to his bending of space.
Slapping the air with his right hand, Ohta proved that Blutgeist wasn't nearly as immune as it believed by generating a massive, hand-shaped psychic construct that sent it flying even higher into the sky. The hand was partially shattered by the 'resonance' produced by Blutgeist, but it wasn't nearly fast enough to negate it completely.
("Damn you...!") screamed Blutgeist, unleashing a rage-fueled psychic burst toward Ohta. However, while the attack was much stronger than its previous ones, it barely produced a ripple across the ever-expanding pink, blue, and purple aura surrounding Ohta's body.
Amused by Blutgeist's rage, Ohta's smile began straining the muscles of his face as he pressed the tips of his fingers together and said, "Kami-no-Kengen(Divine Manifestation)." In response, his psychic energy formed a distinctly human shape, mirroring his actions as he grabbed Blutgeist with his right hand, congealing psychic energy faster than the Arrancar's ability could disperse it.
Rearing back like a major league baseball pitcher, causing his 50m tall avatar to do the same, Ohta threw Blutgeist like a baseball into the sky. He could have ended things the moment he unleashed his psychic power, but as this was his first time fighting against another psychic, he wanted to enjoy himself and maybe learn a few things. More precisely, he wanted to see and emulate the teleportation Blutgeist had used to block his initial attack and 'almost' catch him by surprise.
Spreading his tendrils to arrest his momentum, Blutgeist, trembling with rage, telepathically screamed, ("You think this is over!? You're not the only one whose psychic power gets stronger when they're enraged...!")
"Good!" replied Ohta, grinning like a demon as he punched forward and roared, "Keep getting stronger so that when I face your Lord, I can wipe the floor with him...!"
Catching Ohta a little off guard, the hilt of a Zanpakuto emerged from the fleshy mass behind Blutgeist's eye as it telepathically shouted, ("Devour, Desuellamentes(Mind Flayer)...!")
In the wake of a powerful psychic pulse, on par with the EMP generated by a nuclear explosion, Blutgeist's spherical body became vaguely more humanoid. Its head, neck, and a portion of its chest extending down to its thin waist were blood-red. Choral-like protrusions branched out from the back of its largely featureless face, dominated by a broad smile that could give Mayuri a run for his money. As for its body, a mass of white tentacles with a distinctive swirling pattern formed a long kilt around its waist while thin legs, ending in pointed toes, protruded from its interior. Similar white material covered its torso like a half vest, and it had six arms, choral-like protrusions jutting out from its shoulders, and a cape-like mass hanging loosely down its back.
Spreading its six arms wide, Blutgeist tilted its head to the side and smiled sinisterly as abyssal black swirls appeared at the center of its palms. At the same time, the featureless upper half of its face peeled open at several places, followed by crimson eyes of various shapes and sizes emerging from its equally crimson flesh.
Speaking telepathically and from its mouth at the same time, Blutgeist produced its own chorus as it shouted, ("Let's see how you deal with my Resurreccion...!")
Charging toward Ohta at extreme speeds, Blutgeist extended its many hands, tearing through the former's avatar by absorbing the energy it was comprised of using the 'voids' within its palms.
Undaunted by the rapid deconstruction of his avatar, Ohta waited until Blutgeist was within ten meters before surprising the many-eyed Arrancar by manifesting a short tanto with a silvery blade, predominately black hilt, at a tsuba resembling a cat's head, stating, "Let's Play, Susu..."
Before Blutgeist could process what had happened, four gashes appeared on the left side of its lanky body as Ohta, having disappeared, reappeared several meters behind it, his right arm sporting a mechanical gauntlet with long, golden, Reiatsu-formed claws. The same muted golden material that comprised the gauntlet followed his spine like an exoskeleton, connecting to a long, segmented, cat-like tail and a harness around his waist.
Holding its side with its three left hands, Blutgeist stared at Ohta with its many eyes, teeth stained red with blood as it hissed ("For someone that despises scheming and deception, you sure have plenty of tricks up your sleeve...")
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta casually retorted, "Nah, I just happen to have a strange affinity with cats..."
Following Ohta's words, the segments between his tail, spine, and the back of his gauntlet exuded an intense golden glow as his body flickered, leaving behind a collapsing mote of golden light as he attempted to slice Blutgeist to ribbons. Lucky for him, the severely injured Arrancar lacked high-speed regeneration and seemed to have sacrificed the capacity to materialize a psychic barrier in exchange for the ability to absorb psychic energy through its palms. As a result, Blutgeist was forced to teleport to safety, causing a massive grin to develop across Ohta's face.
Reaching a 'safe' distance, several kilometers away from Ohta, Blutgeist made ram-like seals with the index and middle fingers of its right hands as it telepathically growled ("Branch out...") causing the protrusions on the back of its head and shoulders to extend. The abyssal-black vortices at the center of its palms vanished, but in exchange, psychic energy surged from its body, encompassing an area of more than a hundred meters in an instant.
Appearing within Blutgeist's psychic domain using the teleportation skill he had just copied, Ohta stabbed the unsuspecting Arrancar through the back as he mused, "Man, you're hopeless. Did you seriously believe you could absorb my psychic energy and then use it against me? This domain you set up might as well be mine, you dumb bitch."
Exhibiting his point, Ohta promptly absorbed the psychic energy released by Blutgeist. However, just in case Blutgeist had any tricks, he stored the excess energy within his cloak rather than drawing it directly into his body. This ended up being the correct decision, as the creepy Arrancar's head turned 180 degrees as it exclaimed, "You fool...!" with its oversized, incredibly toothy maw.
Teleporting away from Ohta, dislodging the blades that had pierced its chest, Blutgeist frenziedly screamed, "Lord Aizen granted me the unique ability to break down and destroy psychic energy! I infused traces of my power into the energy I absorbed from you, so now it will spread through your body until you're nothing but a mindless husk...!"
Feigning shock, Ohta placed his hands on his cheeks, making sure not to poke himself with his claws as he shouted, "Oh no! Whatever shall I do!?" in an overly dramatic fashion.
Failing to pick up on Ohta's sarcasm, the corners of Blutgeist's mouth tore open as it burst into a fit of crazed laughter, screaming, "That's right! Fear and fall into despair as the power you were so proud of becomes the very thing that kills you!"
"Maybe next time," replied Ohta, surprising Blutgeist as he dropped his facade and disappeared. This time, however, he wasn't using Shunpo. Instead, he utilized raw speed to produce dozens of afterimages as he sliced apart the largely defenseless Arrancar until it was nothing but a mass of red and white flesh raining from the sky. Curiously, as he saved the head for last, Blutgeist was conscious of the entire event, as, rather than conventional organs, its true body was one of the many eyes in its head. Ohta also destroyed them, but not before affording the wannabe Beholder a vicious grin, squeezing its final eye as he mused, "Dozens of eyes, and you still couldn't see how fucked you were..."
Punctuating his statement, Ohta crushed the final eyeball before turning his attention to Karakura Town, now more than twenty kilometers below. He had wasted several minutes dealing with Blutgeist, so without further delay, he locked onto the psychic imprint he had left inside of Yoruichi's body, teleporting to her side to find that she, a moderately injured Soifon, Urahara, and Ichigo's dad were observing from a distance as a shirtless, extremely ripped Yamamoto fought against Aizen...
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(A/N: There's only room for one super psychic in this novel o3o...)

Chapter 94: Runaround